Chapter 8 #2
I nodded and let the pain pill do its job.
Her small titties were beautiful. I was never infatuated with small ones until now.
The way she rode me took me to another place.
I swore, every time I made love to her, we levitated.
Maui was my angel, and one day she would be my wife.
I glanced at her flat stomach, envisioning it big and round.
It would only be a matter of time before we started a family, especially if I kept shooting the club up like this.
“Fuuuuck, Maui. I love your pussy, baby.”
“I love your dick, Mythic. It feels so gooood! Shiiiit!”
She squirted all over me as her body thrashed about.
I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her to me and began fucking her from below.
She was the woman for me, and I could only hope her parents would soon be accepting of that.
I couldn’t believe she’d gone against their wishes and come to me like I asked her to.
That alone said loyalty and devotion, and she wasn’t even officially mine yet. That was about to change though.
“Maui, fuck. I need you to be mine, baby. I need you in my life. I don’t want nobody but you.”
“Yeah. You’re all I need, Mythic. This feels so right.”
I stroked her slowly and deeply, trying to convey just how deeply I felt for her already. She would have me eating out the palm of her hand. I would be a fucking sellout if it meant I would have her always.
My eyes popped open. I was wishing that shit was real, but my hard dick under this blanket told me that it wasn’t.
It was still dark outside, so I glanced at the clock on the nightstand to see that it was five in the morning.
My arm was throbbing, as usual. Maui had been haunting my dreams, so I was probably moving quite a bit in my sleep. That couldn’t help things.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and pulled up our thread. The last message she sent was, Where are you? Why aren’t you responding to me? That was the morning before she found out what I did. Deciding not to listen to my brother, I messaged her.
Hi, Maui. I miss you so much, baby. I fucked up so bad.
I wish I could take back everything wrong I did in my life.
I regret what I did to your brother. I didn’t have beef with him or anything.
It was stupid and selfish. I understand why you can’t be with me.
I just need to know how you’re doing. How’s the baby?
Are you taking your vitamins? I wish I could hear your voice. I wish I could see you.
This shit is killing me. I almost wish Seven would have just killed me.
That would be better than going through this life without you.
I’m not trying to make you feel worse, so maybe I should just end this message.
Take care of yourself, baby. I would give anything to just see you in passing.
I love you, Maui. That wasn’t a lie. I love you so fucking much. Let me know how you’re doing.
I sent the message, hoping she would respond.
It was early, so I knew she was probably still asleep, but she would see it when she woke up.
Trying to shift my body was a task, but I was able to do so and stand from the bed.
I headed to the bathroom to take a piss.
Being in my parents’ house and in my old bedroom was taking me back.
I wished I would have just followed Dad around to the rodeos instead of wanting to stay home.
That was how I got involved in bullshit.
Although I didn’t like competing, I still could have gone and found other shit to do, even if it was just helping Carter Legend or Epic.
My parents had instilled good values in me.
I just chose to do my own thing. I supposed it was me wanting attention.
As I stared at myself in the mirror, I heard my phone chime.
I frowned, then quickly made my way to it.
That could only be one person texting me so early.
I nearly fell trying to scoop it up from the nightstand.
My hand was trembling and the moment I saw ‘my baby’ on the lock screen, my body heated up.
I sat on the bed, scared to see what she had to say.
I tried to imagine that she had some of the cruelest words.
I wanted to imagine her saying that she wished Seven would have killed me too, or some shit like that.
That way, nothing else would make me feel lower.
Taking a deep breath, feeling the pressure in my ribs, I opened her message.
Hi, Mythic. I’m doing okay. Still having a little trouble sleeping.
That’s why I’m awake. I hate this shit too.
Had Seven killed you, it would have killed me.
While we can’t be together, I still care about you.
I want what’s best for you, and I definitely miss you.
It’s been an adjustment . . . a hard one, but we will both be okay.
I had a doctor’s appointment today. I just turned eleven weeks.
I got to see our butter bean. I can imagine that he or she will have your smooth chocolate skin tone, your expressive eyes, and your beautiful smile.
How are you progressing? I know you have to be feeling like shit. Are you staying at home or with your parents?
Just as I was about to respond to her, a voice memo came through from her.
I thought talking to her would make my heart lighter, but it hadn’t.
She said we couldn’t be together. There was no way I could just be cool with her as the father of her child.
I needed her. I hit play on the message to hear her take a deep breath and let out a small cry.
Then she said, “I love you, too, Mythic.”